warning- this is pretty much me whining about chicken life and I'm doing it here because, well, there's a better chance that someone will get me here than in my real life. I've had my chickens for a about 10 months now- had the first death today. Opened the coop door and there was Annie Oakley, dead on the floor. No obvious sign of trauma; although I had been nursing her in isolation about two weeks ago, she felt good enough after three days to rejoin the flock. At least she had been doing fun chicken things and not crying pitifully in solitary before she died. Anyway, it's a rainy, cold day here and all of my other chickens looked miserable. Wet and muddy. Occasional sneezes. One of my roosters had white stuff on his comb, might be dried yogurt from yesterday but I was afraid it might be fungus, so I sprayed it with blu-kote to be safe. The run is a mud bath, the coop is coated in grey dust and I'm afraid it's red mites and I have no idea how I'd ever spray every crevice in the trailer to clear them out and I know winter is on it's way.... The two boys I kept from the "packing peanut" males are always wheezy and sneezy and I'm wondering if they are just going to keep getting the girls sick despite the antibiotics and sanitation measures I've taken. Do the questions ever go away? Do you ever know you're doing it right? I feel like there is always some health or environmental concern in my chicken keeping.